Husband Mine (Park City Alphas, #1) Read online

  Heat bloomed in my chest for her and a smile tugged at my lips. Desire coursed through every vein in my body and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her.

  When her body stilled, and she paused, her eyes still closed I moved in close. Her breath hitched, she knew I was near.

  My eyes scanned every delicate detail that I had missed for years, yearned for even. Slowly she lowered herself down onto her feet and let her eyes open.

  I wanted to tell her how absolutely beautiful she was, but words got stuck in my throat. I lifted my hands to her sides, letting them slide over the delicate lace and silk that she was covered in. A sigh escaped her lips and her eyes softened.

  “We need to talk.” I dropped my lips to hers. Her warm breath fluttered against my lips moments before she let me kiss her like I always had. My hand went to the side of her face, I pried her lips open and angled her head. It was fucking beautiful. Her tongue peeked out to caress mine, softly, gently.

  Electricity shot through my body and a warmth filled my veins that I hadn’t experienced in way too long. Kissing Sydney was like nothing else. It was a thrill all on its own, one I could easily get addicted to. Her arms moved around my back and she tugged me closer. Our mouths dueling for control as we kissed like we were starving. I was, had been for five years. I had never pressed these lips to another person’s since hers.

  I wanted to devour every single inch of her perfect little body.

  “Garret.” She mewled against my mouth as I pulled away letting my lips travel down her slender neck. “Not here.” Her words broke through my haze and I managed to pull my lips from her enticing skin. I dropped my arms around her waist and tugged her up tight against me, letting her feel what she did to me.

  “Where then?” I asked.

  She glanced away, her eyes landing on the door.

  “Sydney?”

  “Garret. There is something I need to tell you.” Pink blossomed on her cheek, I gently rubbed at it with my finger. God she was soft.

  “Will you come with me now?”

  A heavy knock landed on the door and we both froze. Sydney moved first and pried herself from my grip before stepping back and dusting off her skirt. I turned toward the door just as Marco walked through.

  His eyes on Sydney the whole time, I stepped in front of her not liking the way he lingered on certain parts for too long. If anyone was to be admiring her it was me, not him, not anyone.

  “Can I help you?” I folded my arms over my chest and narrowed my gaze at him. I didn’t care who Marco was I would fight him for what was mine.

  Marco reeled back a little at my words.

  “Excuse me.” He frowned, trying to see around me.

  “Don’t look at her.” I snapped. Sydney stepped closer the heat of a hand landing on my lower back, steadying me.

  “I own her, Bucko. Ain’t fuck all you can do about it. You’ve had your fun, now it’s time to leave. Sydney has other clients.” I sucked in a breath, something ugly churning in my stomach. Her hand slid up between my shoulder blades her finger tips pressing firmly into my tight skin. She was reassuring me, and I fucking liked that a lot.

  “How much to buy her?” She wasn’t for fucking sale, she was a free person who should walk out on his ass. But if I had to play this charade to get her out of this building then I damn well would.

  Marco scoffed a little then rubbed his hands together. “For the night?”

  “I am not a prostitute.” Sydney stepped around me and nailed Marco with a glare. “I am not yours to sell.” Her shoulders began to shake, and she balled her small hands into fists, my girl was still feisty.

  “You forget too easily where you come from. I can make sure you end up right back there. Your kid too.” He smirked but my heart sank.

  Sydney’s breath caught and then she was running across the room and slamming the door shut. I moved off the stage and stopped in front of Marco, I didn’t give a shit who he was no one threatened what was mine.

  “I think you just lost your star dancer.” I smirked as I stopped in front of the short man. I could easily overpower him, but I wanted to just walk out of here with Sydney and not cause any more drama.

  “I don’t think so. She’ll be back, she can’t afford to leave, I make sure of that.”

  “Then you don’t know who I am and what I wouldn’t do for her.” His brow furrowed at my words. “That woman is mine, you mess with her or my child again and I will take you down Marco DeVito. You are not the only person who has connections.” I didn’t have to time to waste on him I ran out into the hall to try to track Sydney down. She couldn’t have gotten far, and we needed to fucking talk.

  Chapter Three

  Sydney

  I power walked like I had never before. My adrenaline was pumping and all I could think about was how nice Garret’s lips felt on mine, how alive my body came when he touched me. When I should have been thinking about how I was going to get out of this mess. Because it was a huge cluster fuck.

  I pulled my cell out to make sure Mara hadn’t called. She lived across the hall and lived on disability, so she watched Sam for me. He liked it at her place because it was quieter than ours, cleaner too because our roommates were pigs. Mara always said I didn’t have to collect him at night and sometimes I didn’t because I felt awful for waking him at three am to trek across the hall to bed. Tonight, I would be waking him and holding him close while I still could.

  I heard the heavy footsteps pounding on the pavement behind me.

  “Sydney, it’s late, it’s fucking dark and you’re walking Park City alone,” Garret yelled from a small distance away. He was right on all accounts. I had a mace in my purse. I had never had any trouble walking the three short blocks home.

  We were not far from the strip, so the glint of neon lit up the dark streets. Within two minutes of leaving work I was able to walk through the doors of a high-priced casino, but I had yet to set foot in one. Gambling didn’t sound that appealing, I needed every cent I got.

  Just as my foot left the curb to cross the street Garret stepped in front of me, I stopped with a grunt.

  “What?” I knew he had heard, the way he narrowed his dark eyes had my stomach sinking. I guess it was better he found out sooner or later, I just hoped he understood my reasons for running.

  “Let’s go talk, yeah?”

  “No.”

  “Sydney come on. Be reasonable.” He bit his lip as soon as the words left this mouth.

  “Reasonable, really Garret.” I glared at him.

  “You owe me...”

  “I don’t owe you shit.” I cut him off folding my arms over my chest. The cool night air had me looking down remembering that I hadn’t had time to change out of the outfit. Marco would chuck a fit on Tuesday when I returned to work.

  “Sydney, Sydney, Sydney. Don’t you think we’ve wasted enough time?” He stepped back his eyes going down the small side street before coming back to mine. Something shone in his dark orbs. Before I had a chance to figure out what it was, he ducked his shoulder into my stomach. I was upside down looking at his butt in no time.

  “Put me down,” I demanded while my hands struggled to make purchase on his ass.

  “Oh, I will sweetheart, and when I do you are in so much trouble.” Garret clamped a hand over my legs and then we were moving toward the strip and away from my apartment. “I tried to be nice, Sydney. I gave you the option. This is me taking what I want, what I have always wanted.”

  I tried my hardest to kick, but it was no use. Garret strode with ease and soon the bright lights were all around us. He walked across the street and straight into a hotel.

  Blood rushed to my head, and it began to pound as we entered the elevator. The edges of my eyes began to blur, and I struggled to swallow.

  “You guys newlywed?” Someone, a female, asked. I snorted. Garret’s hand came down hard on the backs of my thighs. The only thing within reach was his ass, it was a fine ass but now was not the time to a
dmire him. I pinched him, hard,

  “Tomorrow’s the big day.” The bossy freaking bastard said like he meant it. There was zero chance that I would ever marry Garret James. I had once wanted to, but his family would never allow it. I let that dream sink a long time ago.

  “Oh, well, congratulations and enjoy.” The elevator dinged and then we were alone.

  “I am not going into your room.” Black spots swirled in my eyes. “Ah. Garret, I’m not feeling so hot.” He moved fast, way too fast. My vision blurred and as my feet hit the ground my knees buckled and I was free falling, but I didn’t get too far. Garret’s big arms wrapped around me and he lifted me into his arms. Ugh. He smelled so freaking nice, he always had even... Nope don’t go there, Sydney.

  Garret hummed a song I didn’t know and swayed a little as we went up. He carried me to his door and even managed to get out his key without dropping me.

  I clung onto him tightly for those last few steps, enjoying the moment that I was about to end.

  I wouldn’t allow myself to love Garret James any more than I already did because my heart wouldn’t be able to take the pain of losing him again.

  “Here you go, sweetheart.” He set me on my feet right by a huge bed. I steadied myself on his shoulders before pulling my hands from his body. The tingles reminded me of his warmth, I clenched my hands into fists to try to get the sensation to stop.

  “Ah, thanks. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” I glanced toward the door, thinking it was best if I fled right now.

  “You ain’t leavin’.” The bossy bastard snapped, those dark eyes narrowing in on me.

  “Well, I can’t stay in here.” There was no way I was ready to spend the night with Garret even if it was just in the same room.

  “Why the fuck not?” he glared as I sagged and sat down on the corner of the bed. My body too weary, my mind too busy.

  “Garret.” I exhaled loudly and flopped back onto the bed letting my arms fall back above my head. I had pulled my tight bun from my head as I left work, it caused way too many headaches. The soft bed was comforting and softer than anything I had laid on in a long time.

  “What you thinking, sweetheart?”

  That I liked the way he called me sweetheart. That my heart beat a little stronger because he was near. I was thinking about things I shouldn’t be. I should emotional, sobbing in the corner screaming ‘why’. But I didn’t know what Garret intended to do so I couldn’t jump to a conclusion just yet. I loved Sam more than life itself and he would see that when he met him. I wouldn’t stop him from knowing his son, not now.

  The thought churned my stomach. Garret James had way too much power over me.

  “That you need to leave me alone.” I smiled up at the ceiling, knowing It would piss him off. Garret growled his hands finding my waist as he lifted me and threw me further up the bed. I landed with a grunt and just as I managed to wipe the hair from my eyes, Garret James was on the bed with me. His big body stretched out over mine.

  Oh, dear God.

  This was not good.

  I halted my breathing and stared up at his handsome face. His dark hair was a mess. His stubble was a little longer and the hard lines of his jaw teamed with plump lips were a sinfully sexy look.

  “What are you doing?” It amazed me I managed to get the words out. Garret just smiled, it was lopped sided and his dimple popped. I slammed my eyes shut, and he chuckled.

  His big body pressed down into mine. He ground his hardness against me. His hands framed my face and his breath washed over me gently. I swallowed, trying my hardest to not breath.

  “I think we’ve played enough games in our life, how about we settle this once and for all?” I did not like the sound of that. There would be no settling where Garret was concerned.

  It terrified me that if Garret James got his way, the only way I was leaving Park City was with him and my heart liked the idea, but my brain told me that having any kind of relationship with Garret was putting him at risk.

  I’d have to tell one of them to shut up.

  I just had no idea which one.

  Garret

  HER EYES WERE SHUT, and her chest heaved under me. I wiped her hair back off her face, the pale locks gleaming against the purest of white comforters. I memorized every dip on her face, I wanted to kiss every freckle that was scattered over her nose and cheeks.

  My cock pulsed in my pants and her breath caught.

  “What do you say, sweetheart?” She might say no, just to annoy me, but her body was saying she really didn’t want to turn me down. But I couldn’t walk away now, not now that she was here with me and I was so close to getting them home with me.

  Fuck, I was a dad.

  Sydney and I had dated through high school. I cherished the very ground she walked on. Being a year ahead of her it was inevitable that I would leave, either to college or work. But with my family being as dysfunctional as they come, I decided to take a different route and when I made that clear, well let’s just say the old man wasn’t happy.

  He made my life hell as I tried my hardest to break away from him. I wanted to be known for being Garret James not because I was Jim James’s son. Then when I was no longer intimidated by him, he turned his attention to Sydney. He got her fired from her job. Got her mother fired from her job too and then one night she just disappeared. Her parents left a few weeks later. I found them in a small house in Florida, not nearly as struggling as they always seemed to be in Georgia.

  That night I left with a heavy heart, knowing if Sydney returned, I would not be there. I couldn’t bring myself to associate with a family who didn’t want their son to be happy. They had obliterated everything I had ever loved, there was no point in staying. So, for the past five years, I had been doing what I was really good at. I brought old houses with the help of my grandparents and did them up and sold them for profit. It was hard work, but it was satisfying.

  “This isn’t a smart idea.” She shook her head a little. Her legs relaxed, and I sank deeper between her thighs. Her small hands finally lifted and touched my sides, I smiled down at her. It was a small victory.

  “But it might be the best idea we’ve had in a bloody long time, sweetheart.” Back in the day, we had been insatiable. I had craved Sydney even when I was inside of her. “Tell me to stop and I will.” I lowered my lips to hers.

  Her tongue moved with mine, I sank my hand in her hair and angled her head so I could get deeper. I wanted to devour every single inch of her perfect body.

  “Garret.” She panted out as I pulled away, my eyes taking in her flushed face. I tugged at the strap of her outfit and pulled it down her shoulder. The slight swell of her breast popped out, and I sucked it into my mouth.

  “Shit.” Her hands left me, and she started pushing at my chest. I stopped.

  “What?” I managed to pant out, my eyes trying to focus through my lust haze.

  “Ugh.” Her hands fumbled with her costume. I sat back on my haunches and looked her up and down. She was just about covered from head to toe. It would all have to come off, and the thought of her naked before me nearly had me coming in my pants.

  “Let me help you.” I reached for her feet and managed to undo the massive amounts of ribbon that laced around her calves. My hands slipped up her legs under her skirt to reach the waist of her tights. My eyes found hers, the questions clear. We didn’t have to do this. Sydney nodded and lifted her butt a little and I slipped the material down her legs and threw it over my shoulder.

  She brought her hands to her side where she unzipped her bodice before sitting up and letting it pool at her waist.

  “Fuck, you’re pretty. So, fucking pretty.” Her skin looked silky soft, I reached down to rub the ache in my cock. She flopped back on the bed once again lifting her hips. I reached for her costume and pulled it from her body, throwing it over my shoulder to land somewhere. My eyes wandered over every inch of her body as I leaned forward and let my lips wander across her overheated skin. Goose flesh pebbl
ed and her nipples hardened to peaks. My tongue swirled and Sydney mewled.

  “Take it all off.” I froze, my nose pressed against her tender flesh. Her blue eyes shone with need, and she was nodding at me.

  “We don’t have to.” We so totally did.

  “Yeah, we do.” Her smile was soft.

  “Why?” Jesus, Garret. Shut the fuck up. Why would I ask such a stupid question? Oh, that’s right because I loved this girl and I wanted her forever not just tonight. And she would have to be on board with that.

  “Because you are the only thing in my life that has ever made sense.” Was it a declaration of love? no, but I would take it.

  “You can tell me to stop at any time.” She made a noise but started working on my pants. I pulled up onto my knees and untucked my shirt before pulling it over my head. With quick movements I climbed off the bed and made short work of my jeans and shoes. I stood naked before her for the first time in five years, and by the way that she licked her lips, I would say she liked what she saw. I worked hard and my body showed the signs the many hours of sweat and heavy work. Sydney had to like it, I was the only naked man she was ever seeing again.

  “Garret. Wow.”

  “Fuck. Sydney.” And we were suddenly communicating in two worded sentences and grunts. Sydney had fine porcelain skin, the bluish veins in her breasts were visible. Her slim waist, her hips flared nicely, and she had a nice patch of dark hair at the apex of her thighs.

  “Please, Garret.” I moved onto the bed, my hand gripping her leg and moving it out letting me settle myself against her heat. And God if that didn’t feel like fucking heaven.

  I let my eyes wander up her body before settling on hers.

  “We don’t have too but if we do, I want you to know this is it, Sydney. This is forever. No more messing around.”

  “I want to with you. I’ve never had anyone...” Her cheeks flushed the shade of a fire engine and she clenched her eyes shut. My body roared a deep primal need. She had never... she was still completely mine.